He always comes on market
And holds balloons - a lovely bunch
And in the
market square he
And never seems to think of lunch.
red and purple, blue and green,
And when it is a
Tho' carts and people get
see them shining far away.
And some are big
and some are small,
All tied together with a
And if there is a wind at all
tug and tug like anything.
perhaps he'll let them
And we shall see them sailing high,
and watch them from below
They would look pretty
in the sky!
This little poem was written by a
lady called Rose (Amy)
wrote, edited, or translated more than fifty books for children,
Rose Fyleman is remembered primarily for her poems
about fairies. For
several decades she was known as the "accredited
poet of fairies," but
her publications extended far beyond poetry and far
beyond fairies. She
also wrote fiction--both fantasy and
books, and opera librettos.
in 1877 in Nottingham, England,
Rose Amy Fyleman began writing as a young girl,
functioning as the "poet
laureate" of her family, not, she recalled in 1940,
particular fuss was made of my accomplishments."
Still, on holidays and
birthdays she "was expected to produce some sort of
rhymed tribute of
the event." Most of those early efforts have not
survived, and, indeed,
Fyleman's interest in writing was only occasional
and recreational for
approximately forty years.
After her early
schooling she studied at the University College in Nottingham
where she was, by her own admission, a rather
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